I'm at my breaking point
Short moments away of crumbling into a paste
Made of ash and tears
Ironically holding together
While I fall apart

Delicate rose petals drift aimlessly
Into a star soaked infinity

I yearn to feel your soft skin
Pressed against mine
A stroke of love
As I push your golden brown hair
Back, revealing your emerald eyes
To feel the tingle
Of your ruby lips parting
Making contact with mine
Erasing millennia of suffering
Washing all sorrow from my bones
To feel your soul
Lovingly embracing mine
Two people made for one another
Rejoicing in the freedom of now

Oh please, I nearly beg of you
Release this rusting binding of your past
Feel the rush of a free breeze
Caressing and shifting your sweet aroma
Fall as deep as you can
My arms await to catch you

Smoke rolls over the ruins
The solitary garden of serenity
Lays ablaze, desolate
Crying in the droughted fountain
Filling it with sorrow
Making wishes with invisible pennies

A calm wind approaches
Of no storm, of no extra pain
Sincerity in slightness
Clearing increments of fog
The sun beaming somewhere

Tears no longer fall
The fountain gains clarity
Lost in the obscurity of ash
Barren grounds find reincarnation
Sprouts bloom again, simplistic beauty
The sun shines once more

Oh majestic one
Why rise in your own court?
You dictate the lives below you
But you're light years away
Oh majestic sunrise

Smoke settling upon a journal
Smoke settling upon a journal
Pages torn and covered in blood
Pages torn and covered in blood
Blood and smoke in a covered journal
Settling upon torn pages

Childish rhymes and playful secrets
Childish rhymes and playful secrets
Shattered with the rising sun
Shattered with the rising sun
The Shattered sun rising with
Childish secrets and playful rhymes

Resilience falls with the youthful soul
Resilience falls with the youthful soul
Mourning hearts fade into night
Mourning hearts fade into night
Youthful hearts fade into mourning
Night falls with the soul resilience

Resilience, in a shattered night
The sun rising upon the journal
Blood and smoke settling
Youthful, childish hearts fade with mourning
Playful soul covered with secrets
Falls into torn rhymes and pages

Scarlet shining lakes surround the temple
The life of unnamed martyrs lay silent
The livelihood of millions, destroyed, vanquished
The gates of Hell opened, the wrath amongst us
A kid, youthful and playful
Lays still in a pile of millions
Another life ended senselessly
By a ridiculous spitting contest of thrones
One day, one day, maybe the wars will end
Maybe blood will no longer be shed
By our own hands. Maybe